Chapter 29—The One with Their Honeymoon
Charlie and Maya returned home to their cottage and immediately got ready for bed. While both had hoped that they would spend the night staying up, neither was really feeling up to it. "We've got an early train tomorrow," Charlie said as they climbed into their bed together.
"We're traveling like muggles?" Maya asked.
"Yup," Charlie answered. "In fact, our entire honeymoon will be spent as muggles."
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" Maya asked. "And what if I haven't packed for the occasion?"
"I've gone through your bag," Charlie promised. "You've packed appropriate clothing. And we're going somewhere you're going to be happy about."
"Just tell me where, please," Maya begged. Then, she gave Charlie her best pouty face and puppy eyes. He caved very quickly when she put on the pout.
"O.k., I'll tell you," he replied. "Just please stop with the pouty face. We're going to Paris. Your Mum made me promise to take you there and she's booked us at a muggle hotel near the Champs Elysee. I'm told it's quite ostentatious, but perfect for a honeymoon."
Maya didn't say anything. She just squealed with delight and rolled over so that she was on top of Charlie, kissing every inch of his face. Charlie kissed her back and very quickly, they both had enough energy to spend the next hour making love. When they finished, Charlie tossed Maya's knickers across the room and said, "By the way, love, great scanties. I do hope you've got more just like them."
"I may," she answered. "Of course, you're going to have to be a good boy to find out. We should get some sleep though. We've got a train to catch in a few hours." Charlie smiled, kissed her head, and went to sleep.
They woke up just a few hours later to the alarm, which left just enough time to shower and get breakfast before they had to leave for the train station. In keeping with the muggle travel, they were taking a train from Cardiff to London, where they would board another train to Paris. In fact, most of the day was going to be spent on a train for them.
By the time they got to Paris, they were both a little exhausted, but Grace had arranged for them to have a car take them from the train station to their hotel and then for dinner to be served in their suite. Grace had decided that since Maya and Charlie paid for the wedding, she was going to pay for the honeymoon.
Upon arrival at the Hotel George V, Charlie and Maya were greeted by the concierge. "Ah, you must be Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," he said in thickly accented English. "I 'ave your suite all prepared according to your muzzer's requests. Zis gentleman will assist you to your suite, and if you require anyzing, please do not 'esitate to ask."
"Merci, monsieur," Maya answered.
"You speak French?" Charlie asked, perplexed.
"I know a few words, like thank you and please," she replied. "I don't really speak French."
When they entered their suite, Charlie's mouth dropped. He had never seen a room so big in his life. "Bloody hell," he said. "You could almost fit the Burrow in here." They were like children in a candy store, running through the suite to explore all of the amenities. Charlie tipped the bell hop and grabbed Maya by the waist from behind. They were on the balcony, staring at the view of the Champs Elysee and the Eiffel Tower.
"We have to send a very nice thank you card to my mother," Maya mused. "This is incredible!"
"It most certainly is," Charlie replied. "The bell hop asked me to remind you that dinner is in an hour and will be served in the sitting room. He said we needn't worry about a dress code, but we should be sure to be dressed at least."
"That was rather cheeky," Maya said. "He obviously knows we're on our honeymoon."
"Clearly," Charlie teased. "He also said that you should show your new husband your knickers before dinner is served."
"You're going to have to be patient, Charlie," Maya replied. "But don't worry, it'll be worth the wait."
Charlie groaned, but did not pressure her further. When dinner arrived, they sat at the small table in the sitting room. Once they had finished eating, Charlie started giving Maya his own puppy eyes. "You really want to see my knickers don't you?" she asked.
"Love, I will always want to see your knickers," Charlie joked.
"Even if I start wearing very large knickers favored by Grannies all over?" she teased.
"If you're wearing them, I'll love them," Charlie promised.
"And what happens, darling, if I'm not wearing knickers," Maya said, sauntering towards the bathroom.
Charlie immediately jumped to follow her, feeling his need for her rising within himself. "I would be overjoyed if you were not wearing knickers," Charlie promised, joining Maya in the bathroom. She was running a bath for them, but was still wearing the sundress she had been wearing all day. Charlie came up behind her and kissed her neck, unzipping her dress very slowly.
"Mr. Weasley, are you trying to seduce me?" Maya breathed, huskily.
"Yes, and I'm succeeding," Charlie answered, turning her around to kiss her fully. He pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders; she let it fall to the ground. "You weren't kidding about the knickers," he mused, noticing that she was completely naked.
"I wasn't," she replied. "And it seems somewhat unfair that I'm the only one who is naked here." She unbuttoned Charlie's shirt while he removed his belt and undid his pants. "The bath is ready," she whispered. They climbed into the tub to enjoy a rather luxurious soak with a breath-taking view of the Paris skyline.
"Tomorrow, I think we should go outside for a while," Charlie mused, while massaging Maya's shoulders.
"Probably," Maya said. "I think we have dinner reservations in the restaurant downstairs and we have to dress up. That means a suit, Charlie."
"I know it does, princess," Charlie answered. "I have a suit. I just prefer not to wear it. Now, I think we've been in here long enough."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she teased. She turned around to face him and hit a button, turning on the whirlpool jets. She positioned herself on top of Charlie and kissed him fully. Electric shocks went down his spine as she wiggled her hips in his lap. He groaned with pleasure. He put his hand between her legs and began stroking her. She ground her hips into him, feeling his length pressing against her thigh.
"Babe, I'm going to finish before you start if you keep that up," Charlie said, panting. He was focusing on not losing control.
"I have every confidence that you'll make it up to me in the bedroom," she whispered. Charlie let himself go and spilled into the tub. He continued stroking her with his fingers, and watched with pleasure as she bit her bottom lip to keep from shouting with ecstasy. She reached her orgasm a few seconds later.
They got out of the tub and returned to the bedroom. Charlie did make it up to Maya, bringing her over the edge twice more before finally passing out. They slept in for a bit the next morning. After getting up and dressing, they went out into the streets of Paris. "I'm starving," Maya noted as they walked past a bakery.
"Come on, then," Charlie said, holding the door for her. They each had a coffee and some breakfast while planning their day.
Another couple was sitting in the booth next to theirs and smiled at them. Maya nodded and the lady said, "Are you all here on vacation?" in a very thick American accent.
"We're on our honeymoon, actually," Charlie said. "I trust you're on holiday?"
"Yessir," said the man. "We're in from Texas. The lady wanted to come to Paris for years and we can finally do it."
"Good on you," Maya said.
"Where are you all from?" asked the lady.
"London, originally," Maya answered. "Now we live in Cardiff, Wales."
"And what do y'all do?" the man asked.
"I'm a musician," Maya said, "and Charlie works with large animals." She gave Charlie a knowing nod and decided that the Texans were muggles. They definitely could not elaborate on Charlie's work.
When the couple continued to press them for more information, Charlie said, "I don't mean to be rude, or anything, but I've promised my wife we'd take a nice walk around the city today and we really must be going. I hope you have a good holiday." Charlie pulled Maya's chair out for her and offered his hand. She took it and they left the bakery to wander aimlessly around the city. They saw the Luxembourg Gardens and took a long walk along the Left Bank of the River Seine.
They were doing some window shopping and found a shop full of children's things. "We should have one," Charlie whispered to Maya.
"A shop for children's things?" she asked.
"A child," Charlie explained. "We should have one. You'll be a great mum."
"You'll be an amazing father," Maya promised. "But we got married 2 days ago. Are you sure we're ready?"
"I've wanted to father your child for years, love," Charlie answered. "I'm sure I'm ready."
"Then how about this," Maya started. "While we are on our honeymoon, we'll throw caution to the wind and stop using any form of birth control. If in a couple of months, we aren't pregnant, we'll start specifically trying to have a baby."
"I think that sounds like a lovely plan," Charlie said, placing his hands protectively on her belly. "Now, it's nearly 4:00 and we have dinner reservations. We should probably head back to shower and get ready."
"And you want to get shagged before dinner," Maya accused; Charlie blushed. "I want to get shagged before dinner, too, gorgeous." He smirked and led her back to their hotel.
For the rest of the week, they wandered the streets of Paris during the day and spent the evenings making love before dinner, and then, again, after dinner.